Posted by ゼンガー・ゾンボルト

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Old ******.

Happy Birthday.

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no points for self-censoring


happy birthday good sir! how are things going btw? we aren't hearing a lot from you these days.

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Kuribo64 - melonDS

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finally, something I remember again


so it's about a squat where you can get cocain via a secret distribution service (but there's a random news site talking about it. way to spoil it). I go there with comrades. I think there's one of those I know IRL, but the squat is nothing like what I've seen.

so there's a line of toilet doors, with weird stickers inbetween. you're supposed to knock at the door marked F (one of the stickers has been displaced as to cover the door somewhat), tell a passphrase (shame I don't remember it), and the guy gives you cocain.

my comrade does that, and is given cocain in the form of a tablet in a tiny bag. the tablet looks like a shirt button.

I eventually get one too somehow, and remind myself of the dangers of drugs. I eat it after leaving the squat, it has a weird taste but I don't notice any immediate effect.

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welcome aboard, sir

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Kuribo64 - melonDS

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you are powerful when you group with others


see also: antifascist protesters booting fascists out multiple times



other than that, I don't believe into "standard" politics. direct action is far more efficient than voting for X or Y and watching them fuck you over.

I don't pretend to have all the answers, but I believe we need an entirely different system. the current one has been proven to be a utter trainwreck.

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Kuribo64 - melonDS

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I remember bits of dreams, so...



weird university campus, weird bits.

driving along buildings that are more or less unmaintained, some looking ready to collapse.

eventually driving through a building (happens some walls are broken down). it's got some nice ancient wooden beams making up its structure, with walls/floors inbetween. I examine some beams that are painted with some art... eventually think about how that building could be turned into a squat.

some discussion about the RER train doors, especially some narrow glass panes with weird shapes that were supposedly designed to catch fraud...



middle school. accompanying a small woman who's there to do things but I don't remember what. I go out in the court in the meantime.

there are several small groups, some with people I know IRL, but for some reason I want to avoid all of them and I stay alone.

I eventually find it quite long and wonder what the small woman is doing and whether she forgot about me, so I text her a '???' message.

eventually, leaving with 'friends'. I take my backpack to pack up things, then take my bike and start pedaling in the building. friends follow me, but they decide to be annoying and stick to my ass, and refuse to stop. so I decide I'm just going to circle through the building until they stop. eventually, they do, but I keep running into other issues, like how the saddle keeps needing reajusted...



grandparents' home, going out in the garden. mom and grandma are there, maybe my sister too?

there's an old guy holding a stall in the garden (yes) to sell Easter-egg type chocolates, it's probably for a charity or whatever but they're said to be super good.

I eventually approach the stall, the guy makes a comment on my hair, which I answer with a non-sequitur. then I inquire. the chocolates are ~10cm tall eggs. they cost 10€. I remember having a 10€ bill in my backpack, but the guy wants coins only. okay, bummer.

I go back to my backpack (which for some reason I had left near the house door), start combing for coins, not too sure. turns out there are lots of 2€ coins (and they appear to be special). I start collecting them, more than needed even.

but of course I wake up before getting a chance to try the chocolate. dang.


moral of the dream: capitalism is bad.

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Kuribo64 - melonDS

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I don't think leftists are exaggerating when people show up to alt/far Right rallies with fucking Nazi flags.

This shit may be far from representing the whole Right, but it's still a thing.

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Kuribo64 - melonDS

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One of those "plants" rammed into a protester crowd with their car, injuring many and killing one.


So no, it's not "just a piece of cloth". It's not just a pretty show for nostalgics. There is actual violence behind this shit.

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Kuribo64 - melonDS

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why is your signature that fucking huge


it's like 7 times the size of your post

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failing to wake up proper makes for good dreams apparently


so apparently I'm hanging out with family for shit

I stray away alone to visit some place, it's supposed to be Chateau Sécession (but it's not) and it's being renovated.

I visit more but by looking at pics on urbex sites, somehow (without a computer handy. the viewed sites just fill my dream vision, which appears to be my typical dream web-browsing). there are things like a mini-chapel under a stair, with mosaics that represent people holding eachother's hands and connecting all over the ceiling...

sister informs me that parents served a melon and they're waiting for me. oddly, she has short hair (which she normally doesn't). so I tell her that I'm coming.

but I want to finish something first, and she decides to be an annoying fucker. she keeps bugging me, despite me telling her that yes I'm coming. I come towards her and she was grabbing rocks to throw at me. we get into some weird physical fight, and she turns out to be stronger than me. I strangle her for ~6 seconds, remembering that 30 seconds causes death (apparently, yeah).

I then leave her and walk along a path with many other people. but there are some bad news. several kids who got hurt or have some problem. then there's someone carrying my sister who didn't recover from the strangle.

oops.

choosing not to deal with the possible upcoming shitstorm, I decide to try fleeing while I can.

eventually the path leads to some supermarket. I wander in there and try to get out. eventually the loudspeakers announce that they're after me, or so I think, but they think my name is Thomas (irl, it's not). dunno why, but I guess I can abuse the confusion.

this is where it gets weird though.

I first manage to escape the supermarket thing building. my running catches some guard's suspicion, but they don't go after me, and I manage to slip out unnoticed. I end up in the parking lot. I really want to get further, but I'm super exhausted and it's becoming difficult to even walk. but I muster all the strength I can as I don't want to get caught.

I eventually get out, turn around and follow the parking lot fence from outside. it's raining pretty hard and it's getting dark as night is falling. a part of the sidewalk isn't covered. a pedestrian slips because of a rock in there and ends up slipping away 10m further.

I keep going. I want to get to a less populated area of the town where I'll be able to be forgotten. but at the same time I don't want to go too far away, the area is unfamiliar and I don't want to get lost, so I think I should stick to train/tram rails for example. I keep going along the sidewalk, but at some point it becomes really dark and unwelcoming, so I make a U-turn.

there are more scenes of me wandering around in buildings, like weird apartment complexes, but I don't remember where those go. there's one where I barge into a family's apartment, but they don't seem to care. I look for an exit, consider the windows, but it's too damn high. there are stools for the local cats to use, but they aren't close enough for me to use them safely. so instead I go to the stairs and there are two possible stairs. one goes way down, probably to the parking lot, the other goes to the floor under. I choose the latter one, it appears safer to me. on the floor below, apartment entrance. a woman calls "Thomas!", I worry because I think she knew I was wanted, but false alert, she's just calling her kid.

at some point I'm back into a parking lot thing, with two other persons (friends?). there are makeshift tables and seats, apparently it's a bar. I don't quite remember what we order, but the two friends order the same thing, and I order something else, like a strawberry syrup. after drinking it, I take my shit (apparently a girl handbag, it's even written on it) and leave, climbing the fences. nobody bats an eye. once in the street, I find that something is missing on my shoulders: I forgot my backpack. so I go back (this time, through the fence) and grab it. at the same time, the waiter shows up, and I remember I forgot to pay the drink, so I stay for a while to do that...

which seems to be where it ends.

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Kuribo64 - melonDS

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